Paula wore a light-colored sundress with just-off-the-shoulder straps and a short skirt that went halfway down her thighs. Michelle wore a skin-tight ...one-piece dress, with a deep V that accentuated her ample cleavage. They each wore coordinating four-inch heels.After a few drinks and small talk, we discussed each of their projects Paula was looking for something that would break the 'soccer mom' look that she had, something sultry and 'dirty,' as she put it, for her husband. Michelle said. Carl carried a tire iron and he was weaving drunkenly."Hey," Carl said. "What's going on? We were just having a little fun. We were just seeing how far the little cunt could take a tool up her cunt." "You bastard!" Jeff said.Carl came at him with the tire iron. Carl never would have done it if he'd been sober. Carl had fought Jeff before and knew how strong he was. But the beer was making Carl feel like he was stronger than the world.Jeff knocked the tire iron from his hand and starting beating. "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this, " I said, "but it's not wrong. I've wanted to do that for a long time now, and I think you did too. Do you want me to stop and go away?" "No, I don't want you to go," she replied, "but I'm all confused now. I don't think I was ready for that." I smiled, still looking into her eyes."Me too, " I gently said, "but it happened and I certainly don't want it to stop, and I don't think you do either. We were just one step from the point of no return there, weren't. I started wearing just a little button-up coat without a shirt, and the tiny shorts and sandals. The coat didn't even completely cover the very bottom of my ass when I stood. I would walk in, letting men touch me in the back of the dark theater, and I would masturbate standing there while men touched me and took over stroking. I would unbutton my coat completely, surprising the men that I was nearly naked underneath. I would tease them all, then go sit in the middle of the theater, and they.